The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

Yet, even this small tremble was so slight even he could barely sense it.

"He has immense control..."

[Huh? That's all you want to say? If that's the case, I bid you farewell. I have no time for this pitiful game. You are lame!] The player waved him away through the video feed, almost like he was an annoying fly.

"Tch! I demand satisfaction! I demand..!"

[You can demand whatever you want, that doesn't make you entitled to get it, cupcake. Rattling your mouth endlessly will not change this. I also want many things, yet, I can't have them...]

"!"

[Rorschach, deal with this, and come home. We've wasted enough time.]

"As you wish." The servant bowed towards the figure on the call before it ended.

"Did she really just...?"

"I am afraid that's the case." The hulking figure next to Dominus, whose appearance bore wolfish characteristics, whispered to him.

"And now he is walking here...?" Just what is this man planning? Will he try to bargain, or even beg for his sister's life?

"If you are coming..."

"Apologize."

"What?!" Dominus blinked, unable to place the sudden turn of tone! Before, the man was polite, even submissive, but now? His voice sounded cold and demanding.

"I said, apologize to my dear. Or sanctions will follow..."

"Make me!" Retorted the demon, before a slap so fast normal eyes couldn't follow sent him flying across the room and through a wall.

'Slap!'

"Ugh!?"

"Lord Dominus?!"

"You damn bastard!" The members of the peerage would have attacked, if not for Sirzechs giving them a look, tilting his head.

"We will get him, Etelka." Tried to chide the kitsune her companion, a slender redhead with two stylish guns.

"Oh, dear..." Seeing the slap which sent the young Paimon flying and head spinning, the vampiric butler sighed, with a shake of his head. This will not end well; he already felt it.

"Aren't you supposed to... I don't know, protect him?" Sirzechs asked the man, slightly worried about the youngling. That slap was loud, even his face started to throb for a moment feeling the power behind it.

"That man definitely didn't intend to kill him; else, he would be already dead." The butler answered, almost annoyed.

How does he know that? Even Sirzechs can guess. "Besides, my Lord ordered me to leave such trifling things to the boy to deal with. Else, he will never learn how to be a proper man, lest someone fit to bear the name Paimon."

"Regardless, shouldn't we intervene? It would be bad if Rorschach died, or even got hurt." He was sure he would lose the chance to recover his car if that happens. Worse, he would have to explain the whole thing to Rias and that girl. Tell them how such a thing could happen under his supervision.

"You are really dancing on thin ice, human. If not Lord Sirzechs being here...!"

"Lord Sirzechs presence is the only thing stopping me from doing something more drastic, young lady." This statement may have sounded calm, but made the surrounding people tense up.

"Dominus! Hey, wake up, buddy!"

"Shouldn't we give him phoenix tears?"

"I don't think he would be happy wasting such a precious item. It is hella expensive. Besides, he was just knocked out."